I got time & patrience, but I'm nowhere near perfect; just a person with potential. I wish I could turn the bad into good, changing all my problems into essentials. Life can only be as good as we're wiling to make it, sometimes it's going to hurt. I try to be as happy as I could imagine myself being, but it doesn't always work. It feels easy to give up because your controversies are mine, and mine are mine. Sometimes it feels overwhelming smiling, lying, reassuring, "Everything's fine." You understand me; at least you say you do. Lately, that's enough for me. Looking for perfect, surounded by artificial, you're the closest thing to real I've seen.
Fact: I'm tired. Tired of....